| Disarm you with a smile
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| And cut you like you want me to
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| Cut that little child
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| Inside of me and such a part of you
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| The years burn
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| I used to be a little boy
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| So old in my shoes
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| And what I choose is my choice
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| What’s a boy supposed to do?
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| My love, I send this smile over to you
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| Disarm you with a smile
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| And leave you like they left me here
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| To wither in denial
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| The bitterness of one who’s left alone
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| Ooh, the years burn
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| Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
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| I used to be a little boy
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| So old in my shoes
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| And what I choose is my choice
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| What’s a boy supposed to do?
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| My love, I send this smile over to you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you
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| Send this smile over to you
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| The killer in me is the killer in you |